Naomi (fellowtuber123) Hamilton
Biography of Naomi (fellowtuber123) Hamilton
Hey. I'm fellowtuber123, (13 years old) and I have a You Tube account: (www.youtube.com/user/fellowtuber123)
Visit my channel to hear and read my poems.
I started writing poetry, well, many years ago. It's probably one of the best things I've ever done. Poetry is my life, and I intend to keep it that way. I've written many pieces and wish to keep on writing in the years to come.
Thanks to all you read!
Naomi (fellowtuber123) Hamilton Poems
Fuelled with the motivation of your obscure fiery wrath, Burning again and again, the enemies in your path. The surge of supreme power, erupting from your core, The Goliath that dwells within you, is empowered as you roar.
I Kissed The Face Of Death
Vomiting blood from my froth corrupted lungs on the ground, He stands tall and watches me, the obscene mess, my head held down.
A Fallen World
A discontented feeling in a discontented world, Let all of society's secrets immediately unfurl. An intangible theory tinted from your own, The establishment of the intention to detect the unknown.
Today Is A Good Day
Today is a good day, A day when you can Close the void in your life And call it yesterday's news.
Anticipating peculiar thoughts to rupture the habitual routine, To spark some sort of difference, the abnormal, the obscene. Thoughts that mankind labels as The Wrong,
We Are The People
We are the philosophers, poets and dreamers. The ones who detect the value in everything. We are the heart breakers, the heart achers.
Stay by my side, Don't leave me alone. I am a target, Walking meat on bones.
I love all the noises that come with the sea, Its heavenly voices entice you and me. Below the surface lies dark blue emotion, It's stirring all my feelings,
The Entity In You
Crawling from the shadows below, Is an entity with no discription. They tried to prove that it did not exsist, That the creature was simply fiction.
(Run...) Like you've done a thousand times as the beast of despair arrives on the scene... (Run...)
Land Of The Mind
Far away inside myself. I hear them... They are calling... So many sounds
Empty Without You
Broken eyes with colour lost, Beneath the fire of a burning heart. Dead decisions haunting the 'norm', Time for loves final depart.
My Love Is Antique
My love is antique, And higher than you can bid. Yet are you willing to pay? How much do you have to give?
Looking, But Not Truly Seeing
Dark room, black glassy floors, Four posted bed, robust wooden door. Dusty old candlesticks, velvet black curtains, No one inhabiting, that I am certain.
Anticipating peculiar thoughts to rupture the habitual routine,
To spark some sort of difference, the abnormal, the obscene.
Thoughts that mankind labels as The Wrong,
As if my reflections are theirs to belong.
They envelope dark beliefs in good morals,
And brainwash you with their enormous arsenal.